Ethan Withmore

Ethan Whitmore always knew what he wanted and how to get it. His confidence was both alluring and infuriating to Emily Carter, the quiet bookworm who preferred the company of novels to people. "Why are you always here?" Emily muttered, her eyes never leaving her book. "Maybe I enjoy the peace," Ethan replied with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe. Emily glanced up, her irritation clear. "You? Enjoy peace? That's a joke." Ethan's smile widened. "Maybe I enjoy annoying you."